(Note to self: Keep camera by bedside ready to go. Get up earlier, and get out of bed. Northampton may not be the desert, but surely it can muster up a sunrise! Go outside and look at the new day before it gets used and soiled. The Persian poet Rumi had something of this in mind in his terrific poem.)

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.Don’t go back to sleep.You must ask for what you really want.Don’t go back to sleep.People are going back and forth across the doorsillwhere the two worlds touch.The door is round and open.Don’t go back to sleep.

Oh! The two best times of day are dawn and dusk. One is full of promise – hours of daylight ahead, and clouds and wind and wild things. The other is promise fulfilled, a time of rest and recollection and gratefulness. Camera ready or not, I always try to be present at both ends of the day. Once you experience enough sunrises, you won’t want to miss another 🙂

Well, that’s maybe all the more a testimonial because you’re NOT an early riser!
I rise early, that is, I awake early. It’s getting upright and out of the house that’s the problem —
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Thanks so much for coming by, Jonel.

The dawn is a thing of beauty to be enjoyed 🙂 But I guess it’s not for everyone 😉 Back in the days that I was a member of a camera club I used to get praised for my sunsets only to have to advise them that they were viewing sunrises 😉 Nice choice of poem and photo 🙂

Thanks, Martin. I found the poem first and went through my archives for a nice sunrise. Ha. Had a whole raft of sunsets — but slim pickings for the sunrise. Oh well, we all get to greet the Sun anyway, either coming or going!
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I always feel grateful when I watch a sunrise …. that I’m here to watch another one. Dawn and dusk are supposedly the best for photography … best light … but personally I tend to think that nothing beats dawn. The last few mornings, we’ve had pouring rain though …

When I was younger, I couldn’t take classes before noon…. that was way to early to get out of bed. Now if I sleep past 5:30, I am certain I have missed too much. The quiet in the morning, the birds saying hello and the masterpiece known as a sunrise have all gone on without me. Now, mornings are my favorite time of the day.

Oh my, Tara, that is certainly a 180!
Your description again makes me want to get out of bed and see what I’m missing. At 5:30 it is still dark here — and the resident woodpecker (who has taken to signaling a girlfriend or buddy daily) doesn’t get to work until an hour later —
Maybe tomorrow??????